Rattle a Chain, Prince Lotario Martin III Options

[bat19]

It's 2:30 on a monday

I'm up, further up, then brought far down, lower than I was before. What mechanism moves my body? Whoo.....

The floating rear-view mirror in front of me tells me that a honking light wants me to curse at it and flip it off. I take a breath.

Tension seizes with the struggle to maintain composure and lucidity.

Bells and whistles move towards the strengthening climax; a robust array of sound, light, and magic. Rain cleans away whatever filth had accumulated on the masses around me. Then, static....

THE TRUMPETS BELLOW!!!!

Around me is light, shimmering and all-encompassing. There are no shades, they couldn't possibly exist here. Amber and gold patterns reflect the natural light, illuminating my face like never before. I take one step before I am dragged back, my fingers bloody from the struggle.

There is white and blue, a hint of yellow seeps off a single candles flame. It flickers once, twice, and dissipates leaving a trail of gray smoke, floating to the ceiling.

[Maccabee]

This would be awesome. If it made sense.

[bat19]

I don't know how to make sense out of it so in that way it is flawed, perhaps. It all boils down to personal preference. Use imagination to connect the pieces, rearrange them, write your own. My thinking just off the bat is that he was in a car accident and his thoughts are jumbled because of the feverish dreams he is having.

Or maybe it's a story of a man who lives in a cave and is only allowed out once a year. Because he is so limited to his movement, he has evolved to the point where he can view the thoughts of people in the surrounding area.

I don't know, I just wanted to put something down. It's not my job to have it make sense, pffbbttt.....